Hey everyone! So glad you guys are liking it so far:) I am really excited to share this story with all of you. To answer one of the reviewer's questions: Why couldn't Hazel just start taking medication right after Anna was born?

As much as I loved Hazel as a character I knew it was time for her to go. Even if she had taken her medication it wouldn't have prevented her death as she was to far gone. The cancer had already done it's work. I felt that it was to predictable if she had lived. I wanted to create a whole new story based on Kaitlyn and Isaac and Anna. I love both Hazel and Augustus but I felt that the smaller characters deserved the spotlight. I hope that answers your question!

Hope you like this one!

Okay?

~Wallflower95

It was 4:50pm when I reached the church. I was parked outside. I wondered if my mom sat here in her car, staring at the same church I'm looking at right now. I shook myself awake and opened the door. There were some other people heading inside. People in wheelchairs or with oxygen tanks or no hair. I realized that this might be the support group that my attended when she was my age. I read the second part of letter #2

The Literal Heart of Jesus. Probably my favorite place and also the place I hate most. Why? Well, it was the place I met Augustus Waters and the place I said my goodbye to him. But let's leave the depressing part for later. Support group. What wonderful memories. Depressing as hell and yet you meet interesting people. For example, Ball-less Patrick. At the time he was the support group leader and he never failed to recount his tragic tale of ball cancer. I honestly would not be surprised if he were still leading that damn support group on this very day.

I walked down the stairs to the basement. Down there I found a circle of chairs and a depressing group of kids aged 12 to about 18. I stood behind a pillar. I probably looked like a total creeper but I didn't really care. I looked back at the letter.

How met your father is like how any other teenage girl meets a boy. Well, I didn't meet anywhere special unfortunately but cancer support group will do. I had turned around to find a seventeen year old guy staring me down. He was gorgeous. Dark hair, the bluest eyes you have ever seen. Dark jeans and a green shirt. He had this incredibly amazing crooked smile that made you want to melt. No joke. I'll never forget the first words I heard him say "Oh I'm grand. I'm on a roller coaster that only goes up my friend."

I didn't know then that I would fall for that boy. Here is a lesson you will one day learn Anna. Love is like falling asleep. It happens very slowly and then it falls into place all at once. That what happened to me. Slowly and then all at once I fell in love with Augustus Waters.

"Okay is everyone here?" I looked up. A man. Probably in his late forties with a receding hairline and a stomach that slightly poured over his waist stood in front of the happy looking cancer group with a ridiculous smile on his face. Everyone sat down. They all chanted some prayer and then they began with introductions.

"I'm Patrick. I had Testicular Cancer many many years ago. I was very lucky to be saved by Jesus. I'm doing great right now." He said with a stupid grin on his face. I hid behind the pillar, stifling a laugh. Well, no surprise there. I stayed the whole hour. Listening to everyone talk about their cancer stories. I just imagined my parents here when they were young. Isaac told me about that day once. I just played the scene in my mind. The group said another prayer. Patrick then took out a list and started reading off the names of the people they had lost. It looked like a long list so I turned to leave. I was just placing my foot on the step when I heard Patrick say 'Augustus Waters'. I turned to stare down at the group again. My dad. He was on the list.

"Hazel Lancaster." Patrick said. I clutched the letter to my chest. They're still there. I smiled and turned and went upstairs.

"How was studying?" Grandma asked. We were all sitting at the table eating Chinese take out. I was one of those lazy night when no one felt like cooking and we wee to lazy to clean the dishes afterwards.

"It was good." I said.

"And how was school today?" Grandpa asked.

"Good." I said.

"You seem rather un-talkative tonight. Is something bothering you?" Grandma asked. I hesitated. Grandma knew about the letters that mom left for me but she never read them. She didn't know what her daughter had left for her granddaughter. Of course I want to tell Grandma but then I felt like the letters are mine and they will always be mine. No. Grandma doesn't need to know everything.

I smiled.

"I know. I'm sorry. Just tired I guess." I said. Grandma nodded.

"Well gets some rest right after dinner then." She said. I nodded and continued to eat in silence. After dinner, I excused myself and went to my room. As soon as I was in my room my phone started singing my favorite Hectic Glow song. It was Kylie.

"Hey Ky." I said.

"Hey girl!"

"What's up?" I asked. I was trying hard not to sound impatient. I really wanted to read letter #3.

"So what was up with you after school? You were acting weirder than usual." Kylie said.

"I was just tired Ky." I said. Kylie kept going on and on about how I was being weird and that this guy was hot and she want to do all these things. I love Kylie like a sister. We've been best friends since that age of 5 but she does have her flaws. One of them being when she starts talking, she never stops.

"Ky." I said. But she kept going.

"Ky!"

"What?"

"I'm really tired. Can I talk to you at school tomorrow?"

"Ugh fine but you owe me." And she hung up. I sighed in relief.

"Finally." I muttered. I took letter #3 out of the box.

My little infinity,

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey. You never know dear how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away."

My mom used to sing that to me when I was younger. I sing it to you at night very quietly. I wonder if you can hear me in there sometimes...

As you are on the journey of discovering who we were, I thought there was something else you should know. When people with cancer die all the people who attend the funeral go on and on about how that person was an 'inspiration to us all and how they were strong and courageous and the fight would be remembered by all'. That is complete and utter bull shit. Funeral aren't for the dead, they're for the living. I want you to know that I was not brave at all. I was terrified. I didn't fight. I knew it was coming. You dad wasn't brave either. We were regular people who were just scared to miss out on the world. The thing I was most afraid was not being able to see you though. I just wanted to see your face. That's all I needed. I'm glad I got that.

If you are home, I want you to head outside to the backyard. Once you are out there I want you to sit on the grass.

I peeked outside my bedroom door. It sounded like both Grandma and Grandpa were typing away on their computers. I tiptoed into the hall. I walked past the kitchen and slid the back door open quietly. It's only early September. Not yet cold. The sky was not yet dark, still some light out there. I sat on the grass.

In front of you should be an empty play are where a swing set would fit. I was feeling sentimental so I sent you here. There was a time when a swing set once stood there. A wonderful contraption that my dad brought home from Toys R Us. Sadly my butt never touched the swing set. Something I sometimes regret. My hope is that you now sit there and feel sentimental about a swing set that your butt never touched.

That is all for now.

Love you infinitely,

Hazel (your mom)

I stared at the empty play area where a swing set once stood. I pictured my mom and dad staring at the same swing set and I smiled.

There you go guys! Hope you liked that one:) please comment and review! love hearing your thoughts on the story

~Wallflower95